Rising

North Pole __________ When my only path is the light, I want myself, My ashes, To be thrown away. To be raised by the wind, Strangers made. So i may be a way, To the North Pole. I may unit by the stars, Making a generation That knows dirt, Is not worth. Maybe a zodiac, Maybe a sign, I will be. Nations pass, My loved ones pass, I will see them, Near me. We can make a unit, To new people. Breaking the pattern, The cycle, We made.